My Fair Lady

Why Can't The English?

Higgins:
Look at her, a prisoner of the gutters,
Condemned by every syllable she utters,
By right she should be taken out and hung,
For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue.

Eliza:
Ah-ah-aw-aw-oo-oo!

Higgins:
"Ah-ah-aw-aw-oo-oo" Heavens! what a sound!
This is what the British population,
Calls an elementary education.

Pickering:
Come, sir; I think you picked a poor example.

Higgins:
Did I...?
Hear them down in Soho Square,
Dropping "h"s everywhere,
Speaking English anyway they like.
You sir, did you go to school?

A Bystander:
What d'ya tike me faw, a fool?

Higgins:
Well, no one taught him "take" instead of "tike".
Hear a Yorkshireman, or worse,
Hear a Cornishman converse;
They'd rather hear a choir singing flat.
Chickens, cackling in a barn;
Just like this one.

Eliza:
Garn!

Higgins:
"Garn"-I ask you, sir: what sort of word is that?
It's "ow" and "garn" that keep her in her place,
Not her wretched clothes and dirty face.
Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
This verbal class distinction, by now, should be antique.
If you spoke as she does, sir, instead of the way you do,
Why you might be selling flowers too.

Pickering:
I beg your pardon.

Higgins:
An Englishman's way of speaking absolutely classifies him.
The moment he talks, he makes some other Englishman despise him.
One common language I'm afraid we'll never get.
Oh why can't the English learn to-
Set a good example to people, who's English, is painful to your ears.
The Scotch and the Irish leave you close to tears!
There even are places where English completely disappears,
In America they haven't used it for years.

Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
Norwegians learn Norwegian; the Greeks are taught their Greek.
In France every Frenchman knows his language from "A" to "Zed"-
The French don't care what they do, actually,
As long as they pronounce it properly.

Arabians learn Arabian with the speed of summer lightning.
And the Hebrews learn it backwards which is absolutely frightening.
But use proper English, you're regarded as a freak.
Oh why can't the English-
Why can't the English learn to speak?



Wouldn't It Be Loverly

Cockney:
It's rather dull in town,
I think I'll take me to Paree.
Mmmm-mmm.
The missus wants to open up the castle in Capri.
Mmmm-mmm.
Me doctor recommends a quiet summer by the sea.
Mmmm-mmm.
Mmmm-mmm.
Wouldn't it be loverly?
Eliza:
All I want is a room somewhere;
Far away from the cold night air.
With one enormous chair;
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?

Lots of choc'late for me to eat;
Lots of coal makin' lots of 'eat;
Warm face, warm 'ands, warm feet,
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?

Aow, so loverly sittin' abso-bloomin'lutely still!
I would never budge 'till Spring
Crep over me windowsill.

Someone's 'ead restin' on my knee;
Warm and tender as he can be,
'ho takes good care of me;
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?
Loverly, loverly,
loverly, loverly.

Cockney:
All I want is a room somewhere;
Far away from the cold night air.
With one enormous chair;

Eliza:
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?
Lots of choc'late for me to eat;
Lots of coal makin' lots of 'eat;
Warm face, warm 'ands, warm feet,
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?

Aow, so loverly sittin' abso-bloomin'lutely still!
I would never budge 'till Spring
Crep over me windowsill.

Cockney:
Someone's 'ead restin' on my knee;
Warm and tender as he can be,

Eliza:
Who takes good care of me;
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?

Cockney:
Loverly,

Eliza:
Loverly,

Cockney:
Loverly.

Eliza:
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?

Cockney:
Loverly,

Eliza:
Loverly,

Cockney:
Loverly.

Eliza:
Loverly?



With A Little Bit of Luck

Doolittle:
The Lord above gave man an arm of iron,
So he could do his job and never shirk.
The Lord above gave man an arm of iron but
With a little bit o' luck,
With a little bit o' luck,
Someone else'll do the blinkin' work!
The Three:
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit o' luck you'll never work.

Doolittle:
The Lord above made liquor for temptation,
To see if man could turn away from sin.
The Lord above made liquor for temptation but
With a little bit o' luck
With a little bit o' luck,
When temptation comes you'll give right in!

The Three:
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit o' luck you'll give right in.

Doolittle:
Oh you can walk the straight and narrow
But with a little bit o' luck you'll run amuck.
The gentle sex was made for man to marry,
To share his nest and see his food is cooked.
The gentle sex was made for man to marry but
With a little bit o' luck,
With a little bit o' luck,
You can it have it all and not get hooked!

The Three:
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit o' luck you won't get home.
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit o' bloomin' luck.

Doolittle:
The Lord above made man to help is neighbor,
No matter where, on land, or sea, or foam.
The Lord above made man to help his neighbor-but
With a little bit o' luck
With a little bit o' luck,
When he comes around you won't be home!

The Three:
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit o' luck you won't be home.

Doolittle:
They're always throwin goodness at you,
But with a little bit o' luck a man can duck.
Oh, it's a crime for man to go philandrin
And fill his wife's poor heart with grief and doubt.
Oh, it's a crime for man to go philanderin'-but
With a little bit o' luck,
With a little bit o' luck,
You can see the bloodhound don't find out!

The Three:
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit o' she won't find out.
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit o' bloomin' luck!

Doolittle:
A mas made to 'elp support his children,
Which is the right and proper thing to do
A mas made to 'elp support his children-but
With a little bit o' luck,
With a little bit o' luck,
They'll go out and starts supporting you

The Three:
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of luck they'll work for you!
He doesn't have a tuppence in his pocket.
The poorest bloke you'll ever hope to meet.
He doesn't have a tuppence in his pocket-but
With a little bit o' luck,
With a little bit o' luck,
He'll be movin' up to easy street.
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit o' he's movin' up.
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit o' bloomin' luck.



I'm An Ordinary Man

Higgins:
I find the moment I let a woman make friends with me she becomes jealous, exacting, suspicious and a damned nuisance. I find the moment I make friends with a woman, I become selfish and tyrannical. So here I am, a confirmed old bachelor, and likely to remain so. After all, Pickering . . .

I'm an ordinary man
Who desires nothing more than just the ordinary chance
To live exactly as he likes
And do precisely what he wants...
An average man am I, of no eccentric whim
Who likes to live his life, free of strife
Doing whatever he thinks is best, for him
Just an ordinary man...

But, let a woman in your life
And your serenity is through
She'll redecorate your home
From the cellar to the dome
Then go on to the enthralling fun of overhauling you

Oh, let a woman in your life
And you're up against the wall
Make a plan and you will find
She has something else in mind
And so rather than do either you do
Something else that neither likes at all

You want to talk of Keats and Milton
She only wants to talk of love
You go to see a play or ballet
And spend it searching for her glove

Oh, let a woman in your life
And you invite eternal strife
Let them buy their wedding bands
For those anxious little hands...
I'd be equally as willing for
A dentist to be drilling than to ever let
A woman in my life

I'm a very gentle man, even tempered
And good natured who you never hear complain
Who has the milk of human kindness
By the quart in every vein
A patient man am I, down to my fingertips
The sort who never could, ever would
Let an insulting remark escape his lips
A very gentle man...

But, Let a woman in your life
And patience hasn't got a chance
She will beg you for advice
Your reply will be concise
And she will listen very nicely
And then go out and do exactly what she wants

You are a man of grace and polish
Who never spoke above a hush
Now all at once you're using language
That would make a sailor blush
Oh, let a woman in your life
And you're plunging in a knife
Let the others of my sex
Tie the knot around their necks
I prefer a new edition of the Spanish Inquisition
Than to ever let a woman in my life

I'm a quiet living man
Who prefers to spend the evening in the silence of his room
Who likes an atmosphere as restful as an undiscovered tomb
A pensive man am I, of philosophical joys
Who likes to meditate, contemplate
Free from humanities mad inhuman noise
Just a quiet living man

But, let a woman in your life
And your sabbatical is through
In a line that never ends come an army of a friends
Come to jabber and to chatter
And to tell her what the matter is with you
She'll have a booming boisterous family
Who will descend on you en mass
She'll have a large wagnarian mother
With a voice that shatters glass
Oh, let a woman in your life
Let a woman in your life
Let a woman in your life
I shall never let a woman in my life



Just You Wait

Eliza:
Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait!
You'll be sorry, but your tears'll be to late!
You'll be broke, and I'll have money;
Will I help you? Don't be funny!
Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait!

Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, till you're sick,
And you scream to fetch a doctor double-quick.
I'll be off a second later
And go straight to the the-ater!
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait!

Ooooooh 'enry 'iggins!
Just you wait until we're swimmin' in the sea!
Ooooooh 'enry 'iggins!
And you get a cramp a little way from me!
When you yell you're going to drown
I'll get dressed and go to town!
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins!
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins!
Just you wait!

One day I'll be famous! I'll be proper and prim;
Go to St. James so often I will call it St. Jim!
One evening the king will say:
"Oh, Liza, old thing,
I want all of England your praises to sing.
Next week on the twentieth of May
I proclaim Liza Doolittle Day!
All the people will celebrate the glory of you
And whatever you wish and want I gladly will do."
"Thanks a lot, King" says I, in a manner well-bred;
But all I want is 'enry 'iggins 'ead!"

"Done," says the King with a stroke.
"Guard, run and bring in the bloke!"
Then they'll march you, 'enry 'iggins to the wall;
And the King will tell me: "Liza, sound the call."
As they lift their rifles higher,
I'll shout: "Ready! Aim! Fire!"
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins,
Down you'll go, 'enry 'iggins!
Just you wait!



The Rain In Spain

Servants:
Quit, Professor 'iggins!
Quit, Professor 'iggins!
Hear our plea or payday we
Will quit, Professor 'iggins!
"A", not "I", "O" not "Ow",
Pounding, pounding in our brain,
"A", not "I", "O" not "Ow",
Don't say "Rine" say "Rain".

Higgins:
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!

Eliza:
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!

Higgins:
Again.

Eliza:
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!

Higgins:
I think she's got it!
I think she's got it!

Eliza:
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!

Higgins:
By George, she's got it!
By George, she's got it!
Now, once again where does it rain?

Eliza:
On the plain! On the plain!

Higgins:
And where's that soggy plain?

Eliza:
In Spain! In Spain!

The three:
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!

Higgins:
In Hartford, Hereford, and Hampshire...?

Eliza:
Hurricanes hardly happen.
How kind of you to let me come!

Higgins:
Now once again, where does it rain?

Eliza:
On the plain! On the plain!

Higgins:
And where's that blasted plain?

Eliza:
In Spain! In Spain!

The three:
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!



I Could Have Danced All Night

Eliza:
Bed! Bed! I couldn't go to bed!
My head's too light to try to set it down!
Sleep! Sleep! I couldn't sleep tonight.
Not for all the jewels in the crown!

I could have danced all night!
I could have danced all night!
And still have begged for more.
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things
I've never done before.

I'll never know what made it so exciting;
Why all at once my heart took flight.
I only know when he began to dance with me
I could have danced, danced, danced all night!

Servants:
It's after three now.
Don't you agree now,
She ought to be in bed.

Now say goodnight; please turn out the light;
please, it's really time for you to be in bed.

Eliza: Servants:
I could have danced all night!
I could have danced all night!
And still have begged for more.
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things
I've never done before.



I'll never know
What made it so exciting;
Why all at once
My heart took flight.
I only know when he
Began to dance with me,
I could have danced, danced, danced all night!
You're tired out,
you must be dead.
Your face is drawn,
your eyes are red.
Now say goodnight, please.
Turn out the light, please.
It's really timeFor you to be in bed.

Put down your book,
The work will keep .
Now settle down,
And go to sleep.


Mrs. Pearce:
I understand, dear.
It's all been grand, dear.
But now it's time to sleep.

Eliza:
I could have danced all night,
I could have danced all night.
And still have begged for more.
I could have spread my wings,
And done a thousand things
I've never done before.
I'll never know what made it so exciting.
Why all at once my heart took flight.
I only know when he began to dance with me
I could have danced, danced, danced
All night!

Ascot Gavotte

Ev'ry duke and earl and peer is here
Ev'ryone who should be here is here.
What a smashing, positively dashing
Spectacle: the Ascot op'ning day.

At the gate are all the horses
Waiting for the cue to fly away.
What a gripping, absolutely ripping
Moment at the Ascot op'ning day.

Pulses rushing!
Faces flushing!
Heartbeats speed up!
I have never been so keyed up!

Any second now
They'll begin to run.
Hark! A bell is ringing,
They are springing forward
Look! It has begun...!

What a frenzied moment that was!
Didn't they maintain an exhausting pace?
'Twas a thrilling, absolutely chilling
Running of the Ascot op'ning race.



On The Street Where You Live

Freddy:
I have often walked down this street before;
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before.
All at once am I
Several stories high.
Knowing I'm on the street where you live.

Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour
Out of ev'ry door?
No, it's just on the street where you live!

And oh! The towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near.
The overpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear!

People stop and stare. They don't bother me.
For there's no where else on earth that I would rather be.
Let the time go by,
I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live.

People stop and stare. They don't bother me.
For there's no where else on earth that I would rather be.
Let the time go by,
I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live.



You Did It

Pickering:
Tonight, old man, you did it!
You did it! You did it!
You said that you would do it,
And indeed you did.
I thought that you would rue it;
I doubted you'd do it.
But now I must admit it
That succeed you did.
You should get a medal
Or be even made a knight.

Higgins:
It was nothing. Really nothing.

Pickering:
All alone you hurdled
Ev'ry obstacle in sight.

Higgins:
Now, wait! Now, wait!
Give credit where it's due,
A lot of the glory goes to you.

Pickering:
But you're the one who did it,
Who did it, who did it!
As sturdy as Gibraltar,
Not a second did you falter.
There's no doubt about it,
You did it!

I must have aged a year tonight.
At times I thought I'd die of fright.
Never was there a momentary lull

Higgins:
Shortly after we came in
I saw at once we'd easily win;
And after that I found it deadly dull.

Pickering:
You should have heard the ooh's and ah's;
Ev'ry one wondering who she was.

Higgins:
You'd think they'd never seen a lady before.

Pickering:
And when the Prince of Transylvania
Asked to meet her,
And gave his arm to lead her to the floor...!
I said to him: You did it!
You did it! You did it!
They thought she was ecstatic
And so damned aristocratic,
And they never knew
That you
Did it!

Higgins:
Thank Heavens for Zoltan Karparthy.
If he hadn't been there I'd have died of boredom.
He was there, all right. Up to his old tricks.

Mrs. Pearce:
Karparthy? That dreadful Hungarian? Was he there?

Higgins:
Yes.
That blackguard who uses the science of speech
More to blackmail and swindle than teach;
He made it the devilish business of his
"To find out who this Miss Doolittle is."
Ev'ry time we looked around
There he was, that hairy hound
From Budapest.
Never leaving us alone,
Never have I ever known
A ruder pest
Fin'lly I decided it was foolish
Not to let him have his chance with her.
So I stepped aside and let him dance with her.

Oozing charm from ev'ry pore
He oiled his way around the floor.
Ev'ry trick that he could play,
He used to strip her mask away.
And when at last the dance was done,
He glowed as if he knew he'd won!
And with a voice to eager,
And a smile too broad,
He announced to the hostess
That she was a fraud!

Mrs. Pearce:
No!

Higgins:
Yavol!
Her English is too good, he said,
Which clearly indicates that she is foreign.
Whereas others are instructed in their native language
English people aren't.
And although she may have studied with an expert
Di'lectician and grammarian,
I can tell that she was born Hungarian!
Not only Hungarian, but of royal blood, she is a princess!

Servants:
Congratulations, Professor Higgins,
For your glorious victory!
Congratulations, Professor Higgins!
You'll be mentioned in history!

Rest of Servants: (Simultaneously)
Congratulations,
Professor Higgins!
For your glorious
Victory!
Congratulations,
Professor Higgins!
Sing hail and hallelujah!
Ev'ry bit of credit
For it all belongs to you!

Footman: (Simultaneously with Rest of Servants)
This evening, sir, you did it!
You did it! You did it!
You said that you would do it
And indeed you did.
This evening, sir, you did it!
You did it! You did it!
We know that we have said it,
But-you did it and the credit
For it all belongs to you!



Show Me

Freddy:
Speak and the world is full of singing,
And I'm winging
Higher than the birds.
Touch and my heart begins to crumble,
The heaven's tumble,
Darling, and I'm...

Eliza:
Words! Words! Words! I'm so sick of words!
I get words all day through;
First from him, now from you!
Is that all you blighters can do?
Don't talk of stars
Burning above;
If you're in love,
Show me!

Tell me no dreams
Filled with desire.
If you're on fire,
Show me!

Here we are together in the middle of the night!
Don't talk of spring! Just hold me tight!
Anyone who's ever been in love'll tell you that
This is no time for a chat!

Haven't your lips
Longed for my touch?
Don't say how much,
Show me! Show me!
Don't talk of love lasting through time.
Make me no undying vow.
Show me now!

Sing me no song!
Read me no rhyme!
Don't waste my time,
Show me!
Don't talk of June,
Don't talk of fall!
Don't talk at all!
Show me!

Never do I ever want to hear another word.
There isn't one I haven't heard.
Here we are together in what ought to be a dream;
Say one more word and I'll scream!

Haven't your arms
Hungered for mine?
Please don't "expl'ine,"
Show me! Show me!
Don't wait until wrinkles and lines
Pop out all over my brow,
Show me now!



Get Me To The Church On Time

Jamie, Harry, Friends:
There's just a few more hours.
That's all the time you've got.
A few more hours
Before they tie the knot.

Doolittle:
There are drinks and girls all over London,
And I've gotta track 'em down in just a few more hours!
I'm getting married in the morning!
Ding dong! The bells are gonna chime.
Pull out the stopper!
Let's have a whopper!
But get me to the church on time!
I gotta be there in the mornin'
Spruced up and lookin' in me prime.
Girls, come and kiss me;
Show how you'll miss me.
But get me to the church on time!

If I am dancin'
Roll up the floor.
If I am whistlin'
Whewt me out the door!
For I'm gettin' married in the mornin'
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime.
Kick up an rumpus
But don't lost the compass;
And get me to the church,
Get me to the church,
Be sure and get me to the church on time!

All:
I'm getting married in the morning
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime.

Doolittle:
Drug me or jail me,
Stamp me and mail me.

All:
But get me to the church on time!
I gotta be there in the morning
Spruced up and lookin' in me prime.

Doolittle:
Some bloke who's able
Lift up the table,

All:
And get me to the church on time!

Doolittle:
If I am flying
Then shoot me down.
If I am wooin',
Get her out of town!

All:
For I'm getting married in the morning!
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime.

Doolittle:
Feather and tar me;
Call out the Army;
But get me to the church.

All:
Get me to the church...

Doolittle:
Oh, be sure and get me to the church on time!



A Hymn To Him

Higgins:
What in all of Heaven can have prompted her to go?
After such a triumph at the ball?
What could have depressed her?
What could have possessed her?
I cannot understand the wretch at all!

Women are irrational, that's all there is to that!
Their heads are full of cotton, hay and rags!
They're nothing but exasperating, irritating,
Vacillating, calculating, agitating,
Maddening, and infuriating hags!

Pickering, why can't a woman be more like a man?

Pickering:
Hmm?

Higgins:
Yes. Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Men are so honest, so thoroughly square;
Eternally noble, historically fair;
Who when you win will always give your back a pat.
Why can't a woman be like that?

Why does ev'ryone do what the others do?
Can't a woman learn to use her head?
Why do they do everything their mothers do?
Why don't they grow up like their father instead?
Why can't a woman take after a man?
Men are so pleasant, so easy to please;
Whenever you're with them, you're always at ease.
Would you be slighted if I didn't speak for hours?

Pickering:
Of course not.

Higgins:
Would you be livid if I had a drink or two?

Pickering:
Nonsense.

Higgins:
Would you be wounded if I never sent you flowers?

Pickering:
Never.

Higgins:
Why can't a woman be like you?
One man in a million may shout a bit.
Now and then there's one with slight defects.
One perhaps whose truthfulness you doubt a bit.
But by and large we are a marvelous sex!

Why can't a woman behave like a man?
Men are so friendly, good-natured and kind;
A better companion you never will find.
If I were hours late for dinner, would you bellow?

Pickering:
Of course not.

Higgins:
If I forgot your silly birthday, would you fuss?

Pickering:
Nonsense.

Higgins:
Would you complain if I took out another fellow?

Pickering:
Never.

Higgins:
Why can't a woman be like us?
Mrs. Pearce? You're a woman,
Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Men are so decent, such regular chaps.
Ready to help you through any mishaps.
Ready to buck you up whenever you are glum.
Why can't a woman be a chum?

Why is thinking something women never do?
Why is logic never even tried?
Straightening up their hair is all they ever do.
Why don't they straighten up the mess that's inside?

Why can't a woman be more like a man?
If I was a woman who'd been to a ball,
Been hailed as a princess by one and by all;
Would I start weeping like a bathtub overflowing?
Carry on as if my home were in a tree?
Would I run off and never tell me where I'm going?
Why can't a woman be like me?



Without You

Eliza:
What a fool I was!
What a dominated fool!
To think you were the earth and sky.
What a fool I was! What an addle-pated fool!
What a mutton-headed dolt was I!
No, my reverberating friend,
You are not the beginning and the end!

There'll be spring every year without you.
England still will be here without you.
There'll be fruit on the tree,
And a shore by the sea;
There'll be crumpets and tea
Without you.

Art and music will thrive without you.
Somehow Keats will survive without you.
And there still will be rain
On that plain down in Spain,
Even that will remain without you.
I can do without you.

You, dear friend, who talk so well,
You can go to Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire!
They can still rule the land without you.
Windsor Castle will stand without you.
And without much ado
We can all muddle through without you!

Without your pulling it, the tide comes in,
Without your twirling it, the earth can spin.
Without your pushing them, the clouds roll by.
If they can do without you, ducky, so can I!

I shall not feel alone without you.
I can stand on my own without you.
So go back in your shell,
I can do bloody well
Without you!



I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face

Higgins:
Damn!! Damn!! Damn!! Damn!!
I've grown accustomed to her face!
She almost makes the day begin.
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon.
Her smiles. Her frowns.
Her ups, her downs,
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.

I was serenely independent and content before we met.
Surely I can always be that way again-
And yet
I've grown accustomed to her looks,
Accustomed to her voice;
Accustomed to her face.

Marry Freddy! What an infantile idea!
What a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do! But she'll regret it! She'll regret it.
It's doomed before they even take the vow!

I can see her now:
Mrs. Freddy Eynsford-Hill,
In a wretched little flat above a store.
I can see her now:
Not a penny in the till,
And a bill-collector beating at the door.

She'll try to teach the things I taught her,
And end up selling flow'rs instead;
Begging for her bread and water,
While her husband has his breakfast in bed! Ha!

In a year or so
When she's prematurely gray,
And the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalk,

She'll come home and lo!
He'll have upped and run away
With a social climbing heiress from New York! Ha!

Poor Eliza!
How simply frightful!
How humiliating!
How delightful!

How poignant it'll be on that inevitable night when she hammers on my door in tears and rags.
Miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite.
Will I take her in or hurl her to the wolves?
Give her kindness, or the treatment she deserves?
Will I take her back, or throw the baggage out?

I'm a most forgiving man;
The sort who never could,
Ever would,
Take a position and staunchly never budge.
Just a most forgiving man.

But I will never take her back,
If she were crawling on her knees.
Let her promise to atone!
Let her shiver, let her moan!
I will slam the door and let the hell-cat freeze!

Marry Freddy! Ha!

But I'm so used to hear her say:
Good morning every day.
Her joys, her woes,
Her highs, her lows
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out breathing in.
I'm very grateful she's a woman,
And so easy to forget;
Rather like a habit,
One can always break--and yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace
Of something in the air;
Accustomed to her face.

Merci Mara !
je viens enfin de lire que je n'avais pas très bien compris certaines répliques d'Higgins !
bravo pour tout ce travail !!

mais tu es en vacances là ? lol

Nan je suis vraiment pas en vacances!!! C'est juste que j'avais certains fichiers sur mon ordi et que je l'ai transférés...

Vivement les vacances moi je vous le dit!